In the shadows I see her staring at me.
Tempting with her motion filled plea.
I know not if she is a demon or angel of light.
What I know is she calls me to come out in to the night.

Why is she calling out to me in the moonless night?
Perhaps we have danced under the stars?
Were we fated to be dancing in passion before the war?
No words come from her again as I call out in to the night.
She no longer calls for me for she has found another.

Come heights of heaven or valleys of hell,
sit with me and dance a while as we wait to see
what sunlight will bring,
what fool has she caught in her web,
we shall see in the coming morning
all the story as it was meant to be told.

inspired by Proverbs 7:14, edited on May 19, 2010